Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Tanzania and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Fatback Band to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Music Machine,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
a-ha,
Faust,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Oblivians,
Lebanon Hanover,
Man Parrish,
Harry Pussy,
Hashim,
R.M.O.,
Skaos,
48th St. Collective,
Moby Grape,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Junior Murvin,
The Moleskins,
Porter Ricks,
the Association,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Normal,
The Fall,
The Invisible,
Tim Buckley,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Standells,
Charles Mingus,
Shuggie Otis,
Mission of Burma,
Dual Sessions,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Infiniti,
David McCallum,
Loose Ends,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jawbox,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Techniques,
UT,
Deepchord,
Royal Trux,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Human League,
Sound Behaviour,
Agent Orange,
Echospace,
Soft Machine,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Animal Collective,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Skriet,
Pantaleimon,
Joe Smooth,
Chrome,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.